The Hand Of Fu-Manchu eBook

“According to the woman’s account, the
patient was her mother, who had met with a street
accident a week before. She gave the name of
the consultant who had been called in, and who, she
stated, had advised the opinion of Sir Baldwin.
She represented that the matter was urgent, and that
it might be necessary to perform an operation immediately
in order to save the patient’s life.”

“But surely,” I interrupted, in surprise,
“Sir Baldwin did not take his instruments?”

“He took his case with him—­yes,”
replied Logan; “for he in turn yielded to the
appeals of the visitor. The very last words that
I heard him speak as he left the house were to assure
her that no such operation could be undertaken at
such short notice in that way.”

Logan paused, looking around at us a little wearily.

“And what aroused your suspicions?” said
Smith.

“My suspicions were aroused at the very moment
of Sir Baldwin’s departure, for as I came out
onto the steps with him I noticed a singular thing.”

“And that was?” snapped Smith.

“Directly Sir Baldwin had entered the cab the
woman got out,” replied Logan with some excitement
in his manner, “and reclosing the door took
her seat beside the driver of the vehicle—­which
immediately moved off.”

“This,” replied the secretary: “I
thought, although I could not be sure, that the face
of Sir Baldwin peered out of the window for a moment
as the cab moved away from the house, and that there
was strange expression upon it, almost a look of horror.
But of course as there was no light in the cab and
the only illumination was that from the open door,
I could not be sure.”

“I felt very uneasy in my mind,” continued
Logan, “for the whole thing was so irregular,
and I could not rid my memory of the idea of Sir Baldwin’s
face looking out from the cab window. Therefore
I rang up the consultant whose name our visitor had
mentioned.”

“Yes?” cried Smith eagerly.

“He knew nothing whatever of the matter,”
said Logan, “and had no such case upon his books!
That of course put me in a dreadful state of mind,
but I was naturally anxious to avoid making a fool
of myself and therefore I waited for some hours before
mentioning my suspicions to any one. But when
the morning came and no message was received I determined
to communicate with Scotland Yard. The rest of
the mystery it is for you, gentlemen, to unravel.”